the meal in your mouth

and you enjoy summer
only when you feel autumn knocking on you door

 and you see the fingers twisted
 only when you are already falling

 and you forget hunger
 only when you have the meal in your mouth

 and you laugh and then you cry
 when it is already too late

 light and then darkness in your nest
 the past is far away and you'll always enter the future not knowing

you are only a human
being

 Marco Bo
http://cantidallaperiferiadelmondo.blogspot.it/2016/03/il-pasto-in-bocca.html